Every word stabbed into his chest.
He lowered his head, his shoulders shaking violently as tears spilled uncontrollably from his eyes.
A broken sound escaped his throat, rough and uneven, but he still kept eating.
He shoveled another mouthful of the spicy curry into his mouth recklessly, barely chewing, as if he was trying to choke down the pain inside him. The burning spice tore through his throat and chest, making his eyes sting even harder, but he didn’t stop.
Tears continued falling onto the table and into the food untouched as his trembling hand tightened around the spoon.
His phone kept ringing loudly on the table beside him.
Again.
And again.
And again.
But Elias couldn’t bring himself to answer it.
Finally, with shaking hands, he grabbed the phone and threw it into the bowl of water nearby.
The screen instantly went dark.
A while later, the front door burst open.
Cassian stormed inside and immediately froze after seeing Elias’s condition.
Elias looked completely wrecked. His shirt was messy, his eyes bloodshot, and his face was flushed red while tears still clung to his lashes.
Cassian frowned deeply.
“Have you completely lost your damn mind?” he snapped, walking toward him.
Elias leaned back weakly in the chair without answering.
Cassian looked at the bottles scattered everywhere before glaring at him again.
“If you love her this much, then why the hell are you sitting here destroying yourself?” he demanded. “Why don’t you just confess that you have always been in love with her and fix things?”
Elias laughed bitterly, but the sound was broken.
“How am I supposed to face her now?” he asked hoarsely.
His eyes lowered painfully.
“You didn’t see the texts she sent me.”
His voice cracked.
“She went through everything alone while I kept hurting her.”
He pressed a trembling hand against his chest.
“It’s killing me from the inside.”
Cassian’s expression softened slightly, but his voice remained firm.
“Then get yourself together and fix it instead of drowning in regret.”
